I will stand behind you, my hands on your shoulders, my tongue beginning its journey from your neck, slowly tracing down your spine. I will run my tongue over each vertebra, feeling you shudder from this touch, your skin covered in goosebumps, your hands clenching into fists. I will linger on each spot, each curve, each place where I know you are most sensitive. When I reach your lower back, I will pause there, circle that spot with my tongue, then bite it, leaving a mark. And at that moment, when you feel my teeth on your skin, when you feel me leaving my sign on you — you come. From my tongue on your back, from how I traced your spine like a road to your strongest orgasm. With me, you don't just come — I write the story of your pleasure on your back